Into the Creations - Chapter 4: Hacking

Karnak, a human born as an illegitimate child in a fallen aristocratic family, rose to the transcendent rank and became the Death King. Even god couldn’t contend with him.However, after becoming transcendent, he missed his human emotions, such as satisfaction and other things.So, with his oldest friend and second-in-command, who shared his belief, he decided to return in time with Barros and start over.However, something seemed wrong with this timeline.Now is the beginning of the new adventure of the Death King Karnak.

Fate had never been kind to Ji Ning. Wracked by illnesses and infirm his entire life on Earth, Ji Ning knew early on that he would die as a teenager. What he didn’t know was that there really was such a thing as life after death and that the multiverse was a far larger place than he thought.

A lucky twist of fate meant that Ji Ning was reborn into a world of Immortals and monsters, of Ki Refiners and powerful Fiendgods, a world where Dynasties lasted for millions of years. A world which is both greater… and yet also smaller… than he ever could imagine. He would have the opportunity to join them, and in this life, Ji Ning swore to himself, he would never let himself be weak again! The Era he was born into was a Desolate one, but Ji Ning would make it his era.

Yun Pianpian wears it into the novel and becomes the little palace maid on the background board.
The system made her Raiders become the tyrant Bai Yueguang.
The tyrant Xiao Changyuan has a sinister temperament, is violent, cruel, and cold. After the unification of the mountains and rivers, the people’s grievances boiled, and everyone got it and executed it.
The two fell off a cliff for some reason, Xiao Changyuan was bleeding and lost his memory.
“…woman, who are you?”
In the original book, Xiao Changyuan and the little palace maid both lost their memory. The two became brothers and sisters. They lived in Jiangjia Village for three years, and their relationship was like stagnant water. Yun Pian Pian decided to add a fire to the stagnant water. Boil it dry and let the love boil.
Yun Pianpian bit her rosy cherry lips, her apricot eyes filled with mist, and said delicately:
“Husband, I’m your wife, don’t you know me?”
The young emperor has a handsome and cold face, and his thin lips are tightly pursed.
The thick black ink eyes stared at her for a long time, and finally called her in a hoarse voice.
“…Miss.”
Yun Pianpian directed the tyrant to plough the fields, farm, cook, and wash clothes, and he lived happily ever after.
Until a rainy night, the east window incident happened, Yun Pian Pian’s face turned pale: “I’m sorry, I lied to you, I’m not your lady…”
Xiao Changyuan bit her red lips and rubbed against her ears, his eyes darkened and his voice hoarse.
“Miss, if you want to deceive, just deceive me to the end…”
My elegant, most likely to lie and deceive people, with a face full of hypocrisy.
But unfortunately, I love the way she lies and deceives people.
“Your hypocrisy, in my heart, are all sweet words.”
Xiao Changyuan’s heart was barren and cold and turned into a ruin.
But Yun Pian Pian danced gracefully above this ruin.
Makes him fascinated and haunted.
“She makes the abyss boil and makes love hot.”

#A tyrant escapes the archives alive and well#
[Healing to Redemption] [Sand sculpture is ridiculous] [Double C, 1V1]

One sentence introduction: The tyrant loves me like a madman! ! !
Purpose: to love yourself can you be loved by life!

Content tags: Traveling through time and space Female supporting sweet text
Search keywords: protagonist: Yun Pianpian, Xiao Changyuan ┃ supporting role: ┃ others: lies

- Description from novelbuddy

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…